Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

207  Chapter 207:Savour The Death

Turning a blind eye to the destruction and mess around him, he waved his hand.

One of the survivors whom Lucas had left alive after cutting his limbs, darted across the place from where he was lying.

Flying across the sky, his body crashed into the floating blood chalice in the air.

The moment his body touched it, the man's expression turned ugly as a large amount of mana was sucked in by the blood chalice from him and soon, it lost its red colour, falling onto the ground like a normal chalice used for carrying wine.

The Ice Throne in which Julian's figure sat, disappeared and floating slowly her figure descended into his arms.

A hint of reluctance, pity, and sadness flashed over Lucas's eyes as she caressed the pale face, drafting the silky snow-white hair sticking to her face.

"I knew it, the moment I saw you, I couldn't contain my greed."

"I want to trap you in a cage like a canary. Why do you always carry that dazzling unearthly aura of an angel?"

Haunting memories of unending sorrow flashed before his eyes.

He clenched his fist tightly and put his forehead over hers with a slight touch.

The bright blessing that was slowly dimming his heart moved upwards and soon lit up over his forehead, then moved out encasing Julian's body.

At that time, Lucas's eyes opened abruptly with a startled look and a bitter smile appeared over his face.

"So, you are still conscious in the natal state and have seen everything."

He blinked his eyes in confusion.

Taking a deep breath, he chuckled.

"It's okay, sooner or later you will remember everything yourself."

"Even if you cut these hands or stitch this tongue, it's not as if it would affect me."He shrugged his shoulders pitying the original host while caressing her sickly pale face gently.

"Soon, you will remember it."

"And until then, I will make sure."

Something inside him resonated, and the world started trembling.

Many images started materializing around him.

"This time, I will make sure that you fully unfold your gorgeous wings and soar in the sky dazzlingly."

An immense killing intent emerged from his eyes.

Lucas raised his fist and clenched it, following his notion.

The chalice exploded and shattered into pieces.

A humongous crackling sound as if the world was made of glass crackled following which, the crimson light in Lucas's eyes started to dimmer.

.....

Somewhere in a place, filled with darkness, a man took small strides seemingly trembling with every step he took.

He was sweating profusely to the point that it soaked his clothes as if he had just come out from bathing.

Walking on something that seemed to lead to an endless abyss, his mind was filled with confusion and fear.

"Where am I?"

"Who am I?"

"Why am I walking nonstop?"

A thousand questions started ringing in his mind continuously like the ticking of a clock hand.

He tried to recall, questioned himself by holding his hand and even punched his head.

But it was to no avail.

Anxiety accompanying a deep sense of fear started clenching his heart tightly as he found himself unable to remember anything no matter how hard he tried.

Except for walking on this never-ending trial of darkness, he seemed to have lost all purpose of his life.

Like a hollow likeness puppet that had its keys twisted and left to walk in a set path.

He didn't know how many hours or days had this been but after an unknown period, in the vast emptiness, a white door shining with light appeared.

As if finding an oasis in the desert, the man hurried his steps and stood before the door, scanning it for a moment before putting his hands on it, he pushed forward.

"Ahhhh!"

The man covered his eyes, the moment he pushed the door, The light from beyond the door erupted, engulfing his whole body and a vast influx of memories started pouring into his head making it throb.

....

Whistle!Whistle!Whistle!

The bright light that dyed his vision returned to normal.

The sound of ringing sirens and bustling of people echoed in his ear.

"Where am I?"

"Huh…A Train."

Looking at people resting in the passenger seat, he wondered what was going on.

How did he appear on this weird train?

'I was in the tournament and was knocked out by that summon from the Dark Church side. So, did I get caught in his illusion?'

The probability of getting caught in an illusion was quite high as casting illusion was those Evil Spirit's forte.

At first, he thought that this was the train he had taken before dying but he scanned around and found that this was different.

It was quite modernized, clean and well-maintained. Much better than the rusty, old and dusty local train in which he died.

Trying to search for clues, he attempted to move his body but soon he found that he wasn't able to.

"What's going on?"He spoke uneased upon discovering the inability to feel his hands and feet as if his image was just a corporal illusion or blurry figure.

On looking down, he found his figure floating in the air.

CRUNG!

A man carrying his luggage stumbling across the hallway, soon walked past through him as if he never existed since the beginning.

His mind was blown away and he felt like going mad if things kept on going like this.

"I need to see a physiatrist."

It was then his eyes, scrutinizing everything, suddenly fell on a frail, sickly pale boy.

Hiding his face with a cap, he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth due to nervousness.

His expression of uneasiness might make one mistake him as a criminal running away after stealing something precious.

"Isn't that me?"

Lucas gawked at the familiar lean figure with two huge dark circles.

"No, something feels odd. Is it the real Lucas?"Lucas's eyes widened at the sudden discovery.

He was just a little far away from the place, still all of his faint murmurings were audible.

"Mom said people kidnap handsome kids like me. God, please protect me."

"Pfft!"

Lucas choked on hearing the guy's murmurings.

'Handsome? From which angle did you even look handsome?'

He put that in the back of his mind and listened carefully.

"God, please watch over my life. Please let no one kidnap me. My mother said I am a precious child so what if they kidnap me and sell me for a hefty sum."

"I should hide my face and shouldn't interact with anyone. Mama said this world is full of evil people. They don't like good people like me."

Lucas, illusory jaw almost dropped onto the ground as he heard his blabbering.

"What....What kind of delusional bastard are you?"

"You are not even good enough for people to spit on you."Lucas cursed and wanted to hit his head in embarrassment after hearing about his body's previous owner himself.

"I will study hard and become a world-proclaimed super genius in the academy. My mother said I am one of the best, if not the best.No, I am the best."

"I believe in her words. I might be a very special case. A genius born in a century. I will make my mother proud. We will move into a large mansion, and I will have many servants who will help my mom. I will give Mom a lot of money so that she can live lavishly without any worry."

"Damn, I can't take this anymore." Lucas said.

He was about to curse when the train jolted in a shock.

"No, it can't be."

Lucas's words were cut short as the scene changed and his eyes were dyed with flames and debris, as the train crashed onto something.

Loud shrieks of panic were drowned by fierce roars of monsters running rampant and the compartment in which the real Lucas was present was soon crushed and flattened by collision with other compartments.

Loved ones of people nearby screamed with expressions of helplessness, their faces etched with concern and empathy as monsters started the slaughter.

After a few moments, Lucas was finally able to see through the smoke and soon saw the previous lucas.

The person, hunched over, was writhing on the rail track, pierced by many metal roads clenching his fists and knuckles tightly proportional to the intensity of his suffering. His face contorted in anguish, and his eyes were squeezed shut as if trying to escape the pain. Sweat beads lingered on his forehead, and his labored breathing was punctured by sharp gasps and groans.

His two hands were dangling loose and a large crack extended on his forehead.

Lucas' figure which just stood suspended in the air was snapped out of his thoughts by a cold voice of unknown origin.

"Are you enjoying the show? Wait a minute, you didn't savour the intense feeling of death when you died in your previous life."

"So rejoice."

"Just now you have won the lottery ticket to savour this feeling of repeated agony and suffering of death."

"Wait! What?!''

Lucas screamed with terror and as he tried to look for the source of the sound, the surroundings blurred into insignificance as the focus narrowed to the torment of a deadly enduring.

A pain akin to being pierced by thousands of thorns, and hands being ripped apart forcefully by strong forces caused mayhem in his mind.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

He let out a heart-wrenching cry of despair.

Tears started streaming down his cheeks while his body trembled uncontrollably.

Tremendous pain both physically and mentally, created a heart-wrenching scene, one that reveals the raw vulnerability of human existence as the body gets broken down and the soul gets torn apart by the immense pain of approaching death.

The place soon echoed with the sounds of cries and muted pleas for relief, creating a haunting and distressing atmosphere.